Rescued from the Dark
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Black Opal Books
Publication
Date: February 13, 2013
On Sale for $0.99
February 12 - 16th
FBI agent Jason Michaels goes
undercover with the Irish Mob to get information on their gun smuggling ring.
While on assignment he realizes they have joined forces with a known terrorist
group manufacturing drugs. He searches for information to tie the two together
when he finds they kidnapped a fellow agent, Mercedes Kingsley, the only girl
he has ever loved. Jason realizes they're using Mercy to perfect their dosage
and that his cover had been blown. He fights to save her as he takes off on
a journey that will take him up against his enemies, peers and the Agency
that he loves, but is willing to give up to bring Mercy back to him.
BLURB:
She
has no memory of their love...
Kidnapped
by terrorists and sent into a drug-induced coma, FBI intern Mercedes Kingsley
awakes with no memory of her ordeal—or the intimate interlude that left her
pregnant. Convinced her child was fathered by her ex-fiancé, she walks away
from the only man she has ever loved, determined to make things work with her
ex, a man the FBI suspects is implicated in her abduction.
He knows the truth, but no one will
listen...
FBI undercover
agent Jason Michaels remembers what Mercy can’t and those memories are breaking
his heart. Forced to keep his distance from his lover and their unborn child,
Jason risks his life to protect Mercy from a cell of international terrorists
who have vowed to get the secrets locked in her memory, no matter the cost. Can
Jason convince Mercy to trust him until she remembers their past, or will he
lose her to a man who will trap her in a nightmare world of darkness from which
there is no escape?
E-book teaser:
He had to
get her out of there, but with all the drugs in her system, would she even
remember who he was?
Mercy was lying on the bed. Even in the dim light,
he could tell she was pale. Her clothes were wrinkled and her shirt caked with
what they forced her to eat. From the looks of the room she fought hard. Damn,
he needed to get her out before the drugs took her from him.
“Mercy, wake up. Come on, open your eyes.” Nothing.
She didn’t move. Okay, she’s not going to
like this. “You need to wake up and take a shower, so let’s get both done
at the same time.”
He took the chair into the shower and turned it on
then went back to the bed. He picked up Mercy, and placed her under the fine
mist of cold water. Just what she needed. He held her in the chair as the water
flowed over her head, soaking her hair and drizzling down her shoulders. His
back was pelted by the spray as he knelt in front of her, but he didn’t care.
He shook her shoulders, and she stirred.
“Good, Mercy. Come on, open your eyes.” He
struggled to hold her slippery, wet body in the chair. The T-shirt was soaked
and her thin bra could not hide the effects of the cold water. He clenched his
jaw tight at the thought of never being able to touch her, love her. She has to
remember him, remember them. She struggled against his hold as she started to
wake. “I’m not letting you up until you open your eyes. Come on, look at me.”
Her eyes flew open. They were filled will fear and
confusion as she frantically searched the room. Then her head dropped and their
eyes met and he knew.
Excerpt:
An explosion ricocheted
behind Jason Michael’s eyes as the pressure mounted in his head. The rush of
panic consumed him. He struggled to move, tried to swallow, but nothing. His
throat burned as the flames engulfed his lungs. He needed to breathe but
couldn’t. Shit. He strained to make
out the muffled voice, but the pounding in his ears erased all hope. His head
started to spin and he succumbed to the realization, this was it, the end. He won. The flames dampened and his heartbeat
slowed as the drums subsided, then the voice became clear.
“Give it to him now you
son of a bitch. What were you thinking? We still need him.”
In a split second, Jason
sucked in a breath, causing stabbing pains to shoot through his chest. Every
muscle fiber burned as the cold blast of air shot through his lungs releasing
the oxygen his body craved. He arched his back, raising his chest up to pull in
more air when his head snapped to the side and the crack from his neck echoed
in his ears. The pain ripped through his jaw, racing across his cheekbone.
Before he could gather his senses, intense burning set his face on fire. What the hell?
The slap against his
cheek stung, and his eyes snapped open. He wrenched upright, hitting his head
on the roof of the SUV. His gaze darted back and forth looking for something
familiar until he locked onto the ice-cold stare of the devil himself, Shaun
Flanagan.
Damn, that was close. Jason could
not blow his cover, even if it meant he would die as David Logan and not Jason
Michaels.
“You’re finally awake,
my boy. We almost lost you,” Shaun cold, emotionless laugh caused Jason’s blood
to boil. “You stopped breathing, I think. It’s hard to tell with this new
stuff. I hope you’re not too injured. We’ve got work to do.”
Jason’s vision blurred,
but his other senses were sharp. Shaun had known exactly what the drug would do
and the burn in Jason’s throat was a harsh reminder. Shaun’s sarcastic tone
spoke volumes to him. He was evil and did not play by anyone’s rules but his
own. Jason had spent the last two months undercover, playing their games and
doing their dirty work to buddy up tight to this family. He’d earned his spot
with Thomas Flanagan, but his son Shaun had issues trusting anyone, even his
own father.
Jason’s anger burned
inside of him, but he couldn’t afford to make mistakes, not now. He was too
close. It’s time to step it up, but first the drugs had to stop. He rubbed his
aching jaw with one hand, clenching his other into a fist to hide his visible
shaking. He had to get control of this game before he lost everything.
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ABOUT
THE AUTHOR:
I’m
an avid reader of romantic suspense and started writing after a vivid dream. I
know, sounds cliché, but that’s how it started. I work full time at a
Cardiology clinic, then at night you will find me in front of my computer. I
grew up in Pennsylvania, but now live in Arkansas, surrounded by the Ozark
mountains where I get to enjoy the four seasons without a long, cold winter.
Other than spending time with my wonderful family, my favorite things to do are
writing, reading and listening to music, but my most favorite is going to the
beach. Surf, sand and a good book, my stress relief.
ted his spot with Thomas Flanagan, but his
Connent with Lynda:
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Writing is my passion, Reading is my Love.
Writing is my passion, Reading is my Love.
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